So relaxed, I’m almost comatose.
Today was the most frivolous day I have spent in a long, long while… well, that is a lie. Yesterday was pretty lazy too.
It started the other night (Saturday if I remember correctly). I was feeling pretty low, so I whipped up some lobster risotto with fresh asparagus from my “garden” - it was the height of decadence. Just what the vet ordered. My motivation spiked and I started tearing carpeting out of my “dressing room” (really a big room off of the bedroom with little discernable purpose other than a junk repository). I woke happy, and decided to continue the trend.
Since I am a parent or sorts, albeit to far too many animals, I was invited to a Mother’s Day barbecue at a friend’s home. Her mother, various aunts and very elderly grandmother welcomed me to the fold in the way that they have for many years now. It is nice to have adopted family.
Even better, I allowed myself to spend the entire day in the pursuit of simple pleasures.
I cooked for others. Ate. Watched cartoons. Was treated to a stack of hand-written recipes and a hand-made pair of earrings from one of the aunts. Played in the great outdoors with three extremely lovely little boys. Got pee on my arm when one of aforementioned young men wet his pants and I carried him into the house for a change. No day is perfect, but it came close enough to appease me.
Today, I went shopping for tile and paint. No dice in the decision making process, but I brought enough samples home to keep me occupied for a while. The biggest problem that I choose to acknowledge right now is the fact that while my bathroom countertop and shower surround are cream colored, the toilet is white. I really don’t want to replace the thing, but I really can’t come up with a way to make it work. What to do?? It is literally making me a bit batty.
This afternoon, I had lunch with my crushee. He is a source of decidedly pleasant company. The pulled-pork nachos (I am turning into a raging carnivore) at George’s were pretty good too. Smoking meat should be considered an art form, but as always, I digress. Since my crushee has begun to read this of late, I hereby choose to wax poetic no more.
Later, I visited my sister and did a little bit of shopping for (gasp) myself. I have very few items of clothing that are wearable in public. My riding wardrobe is relatively extensive and high-end. I have tons of garments that have been relegated to “barn wear”, but nothing that makes me feel human in public. So, I bought a hoodie (not something I tend to wear often in public, but it is comfy), some white capris, an argyle sweater (oh how rapturous, I simply adore argyle) and some flip-flops. Seriously, I counted 13 pair of flip-flops in my shoe rack this evening. I really am turning into a teenager.
My day ended with a little coffee and friendly banter, then home to care for the animals. Everyone had remained in the paddocks to which they were assigned! Miracle of ages!
As I write now, I am wrapped in the warm glow of promise. It is almost as nice as my electric blanket.